Join me on a trip,
A wild ride,
I’m taking a look at my feelings inside.
Not all of them pretty, not all of them clear,
Some shaped by laughter, some twisted by fear.
They tumble and crash like waves in my head,
Some speak in whispers, some roar instead.
I’ve sat in the dark with a smile on my face,
Learned how to vanish without leaving a trace.
Watched others get noticed while I stayed small,
Carrying weight that no one saw at all.
I’ve heard \"you’re so mature\" and “you’ll be fine,”
While feeling like I’m running out of time.
Trapped in a world that says \"you\'re still a kid,\"
But no one knows the things I’ve hid.
I’ve stood at the edge of wanting to scream,
Buried in pressure no one could see.
In a house that never saw what I gave,
So I hid it at camp—my one true escape.
There, I mattered. There, I shined.
There, I wasn’t left behind.
I gave my all, no mask to wear,
Because someone finally saw me there.
I’ve dreamed with fire, and written with pain,
Turned quiet tears into bold refrains.
Crocheted my stress into tangled thread,
Painted the words I never said.
My worlds are fiction, but they speak true,
Astrophel and Astra are me, are you.
Torn between stars and all we’ve been taught,
Still daring to love in a world that forgot.
I’ve learned to fight for what I believe,
Even when others make me grieve.
I build and I break, I rise and fall,
But I won’t stop creating through it all.
So come on this trip, this messy parade,
Through poems and songs and dreams I’ve made.
It’s not all wrapped with a perfect bow,
But it’s honest, and raw, and it helps me grow.
And maybe if someone sees it too,
They’ll feel a little less lost, a little more true.
So here\'s my voice, not quiet this time—
It’s mine, it’s loud, and it still can shine.